I’m Bi….Polar, that is.
Music, sweet music
I wish I could caress, caress, caress
Manic depression is a frustrating mess…
-Jimi Hendrix
So if any one’s noticed (I know my Dad has), I’ve been sticking to Contests and Meme’s on my sites lately Contests because I adore each and every one of you and if I can get someone free shit, I will and Meme’s because I don’t have to put thought or feeling into them.
If I’m simply putting up a picture or spouting words off at random, I don’t have to focus on what’s really going on in my life. I’m depressed as shit.
I am bipolar. Manic-Depressive. Friggin’ nutty. I actually don’t hate that about me and I don’t mind sharing it (obviously). I think it’s part of what makes me funny and quirky and I’m one of my biggest fans. It seems these days a lot of people are being treated for the same thing, but this is the first time I’ve gone totally untreated since I can remember and I’m gonna tell you about it.
You name it, I’ve been on it. Seroquel made me gain 75 pounds and all my fair fell out. Lithium made me feel like I was in a Nirvana video. Before I got pregnant with Jake over 4 years ago, the doctor’s had finally found something that worked. At least I think it did, I can’t really remember.
When I got pregnant with Jake, I was told I can’t be on those medications for obvious reasons but something about being pregnant made me okay. Must be the body’s natural ability to balance my crazy. Who knows. I wrote a few months ago about the depression I had after having my second, but that’s nothing compared to what I’m going through now.
After I had my first, I nursed for a year. Seemed all I needed was some antidepressants and I was okay. Before I knew it, I was pregnant with Josh. Since I had a breast reduction and lost over 5 pounds of tissue in each of the girls (from a 36I to a 36D), not a drop came out of me so I went straight to formula.
Josh is 10 months old and lately I started having bouts of anxiety and depression. I wasn’t sleeping but there’s nothing new there. I finally went to see my doctor and she wrote me a prescription for a medication she thinks would work for me and told me to get off those antidepressants fast.
Apparently when you’re bipolar, antidepressants boost your anxiety levels. It also turns out the one I was put on by my OB causes restlessness and I was taking it at night with Ambien. No wonder the Ambien didn’t work.
So I take my script to the pharmacy to find out it’s going to run me $400 a month. Yep. That’s more than my car payment. I’d rather be depressed than broke and depressed, so I passed.
After calling my doc to tell her the news, she said I’m going to need a specialist (a.k.a. shrink) who may have some better ideas or deals with pharm companies to sell me the goods at a lower rate.
Only problem is that I can’t get in with ANYONE until mid-February. According to one doctor, the current state of the economy is so bad that there aren’t enough doctors to keep up with all the depressed patients. If I need immediate help, I have to go to an emergency room so they can charge me $500 to write me a $400 prescription. Yay.
So that’s what’s been going on with me. There are days I sit in the corner and cry for hours and days like yesterday where my mania had me jumping and dancing. Good news for the Mommies helped that along, too, but I’ll tell you that tomorrow.
I am constantly at war with myself. Inside, I’m destroyed. I actually want to die. The one thing that’s stopping me is my rationality. I know that logically, that’s a bad idea. I know it would hurt both me physically and all of you emotionally. I’m smart enough to know right from wrong and in control of myself well enough to keep any bad thoughts at bay.
I can’t stand anything yet I love everyone. I’m quick to anger yet seem to have no feeling at all. About an hour ago, I burst into tears watching a Miller Lite commercial. Man, that is some good beer.
I have no purpose or advice to give and I’m NOT looking for sympathy. I just felt like kind of a dick for not writing a legit post lately. While I love me some Meme’s and have TONS more awesome contests headed your way (yay), I can honestly say if it weren’t for the love and support I get from my family and my readers, I’d be in the corner crying right now.
This is where I offer you my heartfelt thanks for your constant support and friendship. Most of you in this bloggy world have turned out to be better friends than some ‘real’ friends I’ve made over the years and I love and appreciate you all for it. To those of you who go out of your way to make my life more stressful, piss off.













